St. James Infirmary

Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary See my baby there She's stretched out on a long, white table She's so sweet, so cold, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She will search this wide world over But she'll never find another sweet man like me Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches Put on a box-back coat and a Stetson hat Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat Folks, now that you have heard my story Say, boy, hand me over another shot of that hooch If anyone should ask you Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues